363 days ago
by frank |
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Cultures of Sculptures
….this are the images of my heart, wherein lies the nourishment for my soul, taken across the canvas of landscaped forests of green, and so the green is a living color that breathes of what i am….
—-have you entertained the thought of venting as a leaf, on the back of an un-de-fined-un-re-fined wind, accepting for the moment of moving time your delay of free will, and so you ride the backside of this storm furore bearing gifts….
—-...
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366 days ago
by frank |
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Folk-Wood-Tales
....deserted and hard pressed, peeled back from weathered exposure, i often think back to younger days, when those that passed me by gave thanks….
—-my scar is deep that runs within my trunk, and this i received at the hands of an-other, scars and wounds are but battle purging follies, while i am left to bear a showing of what re-mains….
—-tis better that i bear my pain of shame, in the silence of these forgotten woods, since when will come tho...
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369 days ago
by frank |
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Words of Heart
—-today i stopped along my way to breathe, as it had been some time since i had passed here before, much was the clutter of ancient baggage i had so accumulated, till from the many aspirations of all that surrounded me;
....i grew, a heavy heart….
—-good natured and kindly objects of activity, were these favorites who came to play their wares, what did they know that i wanted none of their things, and so i closed the door for what seemed an eternity ...
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370 days ago
by frank |
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Workshop Principles
….taking time out, as i waundered home after the days work, is an intoxicating drink of heady ale, where those who stop and drink can soon get lost in an-other time and era….And it is in these places where I oft do stop, to taste my dreams and set them free….so I invite you to come along and lets cover some ground in these forest of trees where ones, such as I can still dwell.
These were taken around 7:00 pm the other night as I was coming in from a...
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372 days ago
by frank |
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Singing Wood Stories
….silence in this place of where i work, is but the pause of in-between wood fractures, that repel any outward sign of talk commodities, as the gouge moves incessantly along a dreamweaver’s path….
—-did i say i live to create my ‘wood art’, or has this creation of something bigger then i, be-come the sculptor of one such as i, whereas the creation now be-gats the formation of who i am….
—-my imaged likeness is const...
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373 days ago
by frank |
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Wood of Acquisition
….in this place of all that surrounds me here, i am infatuated with the beauty that comes from wood, where one can go from being pressed hard to circumvent tasteless wood journeys, into the artistic imaginations of finding my place as ‘wood art’....
—-and so with that thought in mind, slowly i arise from the floor-space, where i have been doing time in my work-space, as i push up from this place of knee-space….
—-stretching now ...
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375 days ago
by frank |
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What I Need Comes by Way of Wood
….from where i sit, the woods give grace, in the light of coming day-space, where off in the distance,
....there walks one who cannot come back….
—-ah yes, what is to be the conflict, of this one shaped as a mis-fit, dis-in-tangled from the society of structure,
....and walking now by sound of ‘deep calling unto deep’....
Long were the ages of past, when the ancients of old, gave forth the tales we are told, and so...
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382 days ago
by frank |
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All Creation Awaits….
....how well you exercise your own creativity, will only be matched by the time you spend ignoring what other’s say, and getting on with the real work of creating a place for what you have to say, even to the point of daring to pique or provoke at the same time....
What you have to show of your work, will in time be measured by the hours of toil and sweat you have invested and not by dancing to the tune of those who gather around to offer compliments of...
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384 days ago
by frank |
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Parabolic Works of ‘Wood Art’
....today is my moment of now, like where was yesterday when all is past, and what be-comes of foresight in tommorow, is but a shadow of finding past….
—-so once again i go ahead.
....who plows a furrow with their head stuck in some frown, and what gives those other’s right to say follow this way, tis no-small thing to walk behind the footsteps of some ridiculous king, like now i tend to know that all was for their pleasurab...
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385 days ago
by frank |
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Visual Imagination
….so the lighting and thunder clap their hands, a leaf falls to the ground sending forth vibrations of welcome, an ant crawls out from under that leaf in the light of day, and i stare just knowing that all ‘just is’ as should be….
—-from my place of silence in these wooded fields of dreams, comes an-other much like my-self seeking repose, after all what use is body or soul confined to theological debate, when by the spirit one learns to d...
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